Chapitre 209: I Can't Control It

Sometimes we don't want what has happened to our lives.

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I tried to continue my steps toward the stairs that I was going to descend. But once again the passage I was going through seemed much, much longer than before. I turned once again to my left and the truth was I was still in front of my room again. Oh how is this, I decided to go downstairs or I'm thirsty to be in the room!

Why no children at all gosh!!! I hate it the most at times like this because I feel like I'm completely useless. Because when I'm sick like this all my senses don't work optimally. What I shouldn't hear I can hear, what I shouldn't want to see I can see, what I shouldn't want to see or hear, or whatever it's all mixed and I can feel it all.